Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Germany and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Slave to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
Fear,
Mandrill,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
Index,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.